The car had disappeared into sight, but Spencer was still waiting at the door. Sure enough, not long after, Harold walked back from afar. He waited at the intersection until the car drove off before returning.
"I thought you wouldn't come back tonight." Spencer heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Harold return.
Harold did not speak, holding a bento in his hand. He would get the food ready every day, bring it here to eat, and come back when the night came.
Harold was dirty, full of sawdust and dust. He took off his clothes and was about to take a bath when he heard footsteps outside. He remembered that Rex had left the dog there. Harold calmed down again.
The person must have forgotten something here, then the person who came over must be...
Harold turned around and his eyes widened.
Emily stood at the door. Her eyes were fixed on Harold, as well as the gauze covering his entire face.
"What's wrong? Did something go wrong with Vincent?" asked Spencer as he hurried over.